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Cantava'l ruscello la gaia canzone, cantavano i rami la festa d'aprile. O primavera, o fulgida stagione, o bel tempo gentile! Vagavan pe'l cielo falene lucenti, vagavan su' prati, libando ogni fiore. O primavera, o giorni sorridenti, o bel tempo d'amore! Avea carezze d'aliti ogni sentiero; s'intrecciavano i cespi innamorati. Oh... la pace fedel de la foresta! Oh... il soave mistero! Sovra'l mio volto palido, sovra la bruna testa, candidi e profumati, come nembo divino, pioveano i petali de'l bianco spino! Cantava'l ruscello la gaia canzone, cantavan fra'rami melodiche voci. O primavera, o rapida stagione, o rei giorni veloci!
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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Giuseppe Martucci (1856 - 1909), no title, 1886?, from La canzone dei ricordi, no. 2 [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Laura Stanfield Prichard) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Peter Rastl) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 21
Word count: 98
The brook sang its gay song, the branches sang for the April feast. O spring, o shining season, o beautiful and sweet time [of year]! Bright moths lit the sky above, wandering across the meadows, drinking from every flower. O spring, o smiling days, O beautiful time of love! Every path was carressed by breezes; winding through hedges as if enamoured. Oh… the reliable peace of the forest! Oh… its gentle mystery! Upon my pallid face, upon my dark hair, snow-white and perfumed, in a divine cloud, rained down the petals of the hawthorn! The brook sang its gay song, from the boughs sang melodious voces. O spring, O fleeting season, O quickly vanishing days!
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Note for line 2-1: “falene lucenti” can also refer to fireflies and butterflies.Text Authorship:
- Translation from Italian (Italiano) to English copyright © 2016 by Laura Stanfield Prichard, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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- a text in Italian (Italiano) by Rocco Emanuele Pagliara (1856 - 1914)
This text was added to the website: 2016-10-23
Line count: 21
Word count: 115